Jason studied Grace who was still in a deep slumber. He felt marginally better having had the doctor
examine her. But
seeing her so still and lifeless, it was like the vice around his
chest wouldn’t loosen.
“Grace, wake up.”
She didn’t move.
“Sister, you have a fever and you need to take this medicine.”
Still nothing.
He set the glass of water on the table and grabbed the pill. Problem was, he didn’t have enough hands
to hold her up, hold the glass and insert the pill into her (m outh).
He tried to coax her once more. “Sister, open your (m outh).” He placed the medicine in his hand by her
rather dry lips. “Be good and take the medicine.”
However, she subconsciously pursed her lips tighter. He could not even get the pill in, let alone have
her swallow it.
Jason muttered a curse. Her body was hot to the touch and
she’d continue to dehydrate if he couldn’t bring her fever
down. Maybe he should just call an EMT and get her back.
into a hospital ward, at least they’d be able to run an IV and
administer more drugs intravenously.
But even as he thought it, he knew she hated being in the hospital and that such places brought bad
memories for her.
It wasn’t so different for him.
“Come now, Sister, help me.” He made sure his voice was soft. Without any of the command or
desperation he was feeling.
When she seemed to relax, he adjusted his hold and put the pill into his own (m outh) with a sip of
water. Then he lifted her up and tilted her head. Holding her gently, he coaxed her (m outh) open with
his own lips. He used the tip of his tongue to press the pill inside then he allowed the water into her (m
outh). He angled her head back.
“That’s it, swallow for me.”
When her throat moved, he took another sip of water and repeated his efforts.
The press of her soft lips against his, the feel of her tongue, it brought to life everything inside him.
She curled into his embrace and he held her close.
He wanted more. Of course he wanted more. But given the circumstances, that was just a reminder of
how mindless this
woman made him.
She was scarcely conscious, burning up with fever, and still he craved her like a drug.
His lips pressed into a straight line.
“Grace…” he mumbled softly, calling her name.
Suddenly, she seemed to sense him and gradually opened her
eyes. Her misty gaze landed on him.
He was slightly stunned and felt an unexpected wave of anxiety at that moment. Would she resent that
he had kissed her? His heart sank. Had he taken advantage of her in some
way?
He then saw her open her (m outh) and give him a s illy smile. “M om, I’ll be good. I want M om to sleep
with me.”
He was speechless and could not help laughing. “Grace, it’s Jay. I’m not your mother.”
She smiled bigger and her big eyes were glassy.
She was delirious. The fever confused her enough to have her
think she was seeing her mother.
While at first he was … not offended, just feeling, awkward at
her mistake, it dawned on him, that in fact, it was an honor.
Grace’s mother had passed away early.
It wasn’t ‘him’ that was like her mother, but the same sense of
security and care.
The corners of Jason’s lips subconsciously rose. “One of us lost
a father whilst another lost a mother when we were young.
We’re truly quite similar.”
“M om, won’t you stay with me? I’ll be good. Very, very good…” Her eyelids were half-open, her cheeks
were flushed red from
the fever.
His heart broke a bit for the child she had been, alone, and
so eager for affection. He knew full well how her father and step-family had treated her. They’d made
their position very public that they denounced her.
“Please don’t leave me,” she whimpered.
“All right.” He could not refrain from answering her. He opened his palm to hold her hand and placed it
next to his cheek. He gently rubbed his cheek against her palm and softly said, “Go to sleep. I’ll stay
with you.”
The irony wasn’t lost on him that he’d spent hours trying to get her to wake, and now he was telling her
not to.
Only then did she close her eyes and fall asleep once again. Her slumber was not as uneasy as before
and so long as he touched her and held her hand, she seemed to be at peace.
Jason silently studied her. Grace was… beautiful. The longer he was in her presence, the more her
steely strength and gentle nature endeared him. The flush on her face only accented the shape of
brows and (m outh). He caught himself staring at that (m outh), thinking about the softness of her lips,
and the way that barest kiss had made him want more.
His feelings for her were growing.
The more time he spent with her, the more he could not imagine his life without her in it.
He didn’t know what that meant for his future.
And he didn’t want to.
“Dad! M om!” Zoe hastily went to complain to her parents the next day. “Yesterday, Brother hit me
because of Grace! He
took her side over mine-and Lily was there too. How could he
embarrass us like that?!? And you have to know that Lily was
furious. It was like he was picking that piece of trash ex over
Lily!”
Sean’s expression was grave as he sat in the Stevens.
residence’s living room. He paid no mind to his sister’s complaints as his mind was full of the actions
Jason would be taking to retaliate for Grace’s injury.
“You came across Grace yesterday?” their father asked.
“Yes, we did,” Zoe replied indignantly. “She’s just a road sweeper but she shopped at the mall and even
entered a luxury store! And Sean had the nerve to try and buy her off! He wrote a huge check-”
“That is enough!”
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